Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
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Thousands of them line the pavement
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Like patient pupae waiting to become worms
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Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep
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Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
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Thousands of them line the pavement
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Like patient pupae waiting to become worms
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Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep
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Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a V
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Smores over warm helvetica brown proper
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For the odd God or monster, proper to teleprompter
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Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel
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Blew into the bugles in lieu of the euthanasia
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Usually the shooter community chew the corpse
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But I see the wolves have already gotten to you and yours
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Day of the dead, play the ledge closely
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Train a barrel of monkeys to aim at the lowest bogey
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Dope the gonzo of what we sold choked socially
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Stole the golden fleece with the culture of total nobodies
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Earth rised, the divide up of fighting tribes
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All we do is watch 'em waddle back and forth lighting fires
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Detonator, wire cutter, pliers
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Two cities enter, one is broken up in tiny towns
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And I won't pose, I'm in the heart of the lion's throat
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For a photographic token of my primordial growth
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You parade around and kill, so damn proud
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Like a flatline fetish, had it's feathers fanned out
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War tore the symmetry, skipped into it gingerly
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Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry
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Hell's bells every which way the the wind blows
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So I bang my head against any wall you can build, go.
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Another dark night
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Another not-all-right
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Another bad ritual
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More botched surgery
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Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
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Or waddle through this section where the natives feel murdery
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Vicinity wander
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Claim no zone
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Never let an anchor drop
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Never had a home
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Never talk to strangers
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Never trust a friend
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This is the life and the life will not end.
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Money Money Money Money
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Money Money Money Money
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Next time think
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39 Thieves are quicker than 40 winks
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Raise your drinks
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39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks
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We're not concerned with the community aloofness
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Duke, we're animals, we just go where the most food is
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Lower the toast, most formal etiquette is useless
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Truth is you're equally expendable if spoonfed
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(Money Money)
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Money is cool, I'm only human
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But they use it as a tool to make the WORKERS feel excluded
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Like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive the troop is
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Bullets don't take bribes stupid, they shoot shit
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Another dark night...
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Calicos tread around the rabbit hole
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Weapons to the heavens and arsenic where the carrots grows
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Piss warmed sugar water wore the summer canteen
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Plus burned rubber like "green is the new green"
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Rubber necks froze, slows by the multiplex
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Rodeo commotion, I'm open to see what culminates
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Booghie on the right, left rep rebel force
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Both say the feudal'LL PROVE
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the parking lot was never yours
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Black top pebble wars
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Soldiers mold it where the Jones is every grown up
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Want the code again to get to grow in
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No motive, it showed up in dose quotas
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Hog barn burner come see if your homes hold us
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Eighty-five rattle-trap parked through fancy
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Which swayed with stepping out of Comanche, antsy
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Let us in the jetty when they JETISON the medicine
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And paranormal hatchet and cadets to break the levees in
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Both know the totem comradery
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Token of equality, they post it horizontally
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Chronicle the loading dock, they crawl to lodge the colony
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Half-mast flags, half-cabs through the property
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And sleep the sleep of the just
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Ready on the left
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Where the witchcraft spun out of a neighboring sect
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With the usual undesirables and the big brother cutters
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On the day your name became "This Motherfucker?"
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Another dark night
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Another not-all-right
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Another bad ritual
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More botched surgery
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Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
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Or waddle through this section where the natives feel "murdery"
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Vicinity wander
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Claim no soul
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Never let an anchor drop
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Never had a home
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Never talk to strangers
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Never trust a friend
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This is th |